— “Yes, my dear, everything is going according to plan,” Grace said on the phone, her voice smooth as if reciting poetry. “The lawyer told me that if he dies before the end of the month, I get everything. The restaurants, the house in Sinaia, even the cabin in the Apuseni…”
James froze.
Every word was a nail driven into the coffin of his trust. He could barely move his fingers, but his soul was thrashing like a lion in a cage. He knew he couldn’t retaliate yet — not when he was caught between life and death, connected to wires, with an IV in every vein.
Grace continued, unaware that James could hear her.
— “We’ve already appointed Vlad as the CEO. I know, he’s an idiot, but he’s mine. Or rather, ours, right?” she chuckled. “By next week, James will be ‘dead’, and we’ll be free.”
When she hung up the phone, she leaned over him and whispered in his ear:
— “Sleep peacefully, my dear. Soon you will be free…”
At that moment, James understood he had to act. When the nurse came to check his vital signs, he managed with a superhuman effort to squeeze her hand.
It was enough.
Days of silent planning followed. With the help of a trusted doctor, James was “moved” to the morgue in a bag, and that night, secretly taken to an isolated clinic in the mountains. There, he recovered while the world mourned the death of James Williams.
At the funeral, Grace was theatrically crying, dressed in a perfectly fitted black dress, while Vlad stood next to her, a smile hidden at the corner of his mouth.
But they had no idea they were being watched. James, dressed in simple clothes, sat in a car at a safe distance, holding a video camera.
An investigation followed, then a trial that shook the press. The recordings, the interceptions, the forged documents — all came to light.
Grace and Vlad were convicted of attempted murder and fraud. And James?
He returned to life, but not to the one he had before.
He sold the restaurants, moved his house to a small village near Brașov, and took up beekeeping. When people ask him why he made the change, he smiles and says:
— “I realized that in life, true sweetness comes only from pure things. And honey… doesn’t need manipulation to be good.”
Because sometimes, you have to die in the eyes of the world… to learn how to truly live.
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